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I Hear Raise The Praise!

StardustThis morning I had three very intense dreams.

The first was this. I and a group that I worked with were in a very high skyscraper of sorts, looking out over the “city” below. We were people of prayer and we would “see” situations and deliver them to our folks to pray. The room was circular, allowing us 360 degrees of “view. We could “look” anywhere. The building was self contained. We were dressed as if we were at work in a business office in the city. Jackets, ties, dresses and such. Each visible desk had multiple monitors but no visible computers or even wires.

It was at a point, where I was explaining something was “going” on and we were going to have to leave, that two or three of us said, “Look! They are breaking in! They have overcome the guards and security stations. When I asked “how close” I was answered with now. We could hear them in a hallway or elevator shaft. Our staff walked over to a door that exited out into an area like a subway. (Keep in mind we are high above the world below…) It was a crazy glass or clear plastic tube that we all got into and in moments were somewhere else, seemingly miles and miles away from the danger.

In dream two, I and a friend encountered a group of people on an old farm. As I listened to what was being said, I realized that “it was wrong”. The words were condemnatory and dangerous. They were inciting people in such a way that others were in danger. I walked into the large barn and asked if I could share some things. I was denied and they threatened my life. I turned to my friends, but they had already left. I decided it was a “now or never” moment. And with that I began to speak. As my words went out I saw what could only be “described” as a liquid calm overtaking the barnful of people.

Dream three-I was living in a community very similar to the one I live in now. There had been a suicide by a young girl. I went with a couple of friends to visit the family. As we were driving, one of the women in the car began to get very agitated and started to talk loudly. As we made a right hand turn onto another larger street, I looked to her and simply said, “don’t you trust me”. I woke up with those words on my lips. In fact it woke me up. I closed my eyes, not to sleep, but to refocus. And even as she began to yell more and more, I felt myself “leave” the vehicle and get there. I saw myself and a friend praying for this young girl as life restored. The young people around us just sat there and began to cry. It was not long after that the car full of people arrived to a room full of people who were revived by the spirit of God, forsaking drugs and immorality.

As I talked to my friend in another room our discussion was “they are believing lies.” They are taking scripture and calling them musing. This is why they are being hurt. (Not scriptural truth but deception was being brought forth.)

I felt these words in my chest…”You want change? Be the change…”

We are in the midst of something crazy. So much is wrong while so much is right. People think this is the way it is to be. I am not so sure. Polarization? Continued danger? (I remember a young woman from South Africa telling me she did not stop at stops signs and stop lights in a America, because she still could not wrap her brain about the idea people would not grab her like they would in her home country.) It is time for the people of God to remove fear from their lives and perfect the love of the Father through their expression of Him. What are you speaking? What are you saying? What are you doing?

I believe the first dream spoke of people seeing situations and circumstances and taking Godly authority over them. Certainly I believe evils is being “released” but I believe God is releasing the “hearing of God” on His people in this hour. Not just the seeing. I believe He is going to keep safe those that cling to Him and listen. We have the power to overcome sickness and disease, death and destruction. Creative miracles are being called into play.

The second dream indicates that there is a clear message of goodness that will overtake the people. Clear leadership will arise in this nation. People thought of least will become the most in His kingdom and I hear the words “rapid deployment”. God’s supernatural peace is being tapped into. Touched and pulled in.

The third dream reminded me of Lazarus and his rising. Death can not contain. Real deal miracles are in abundance.

I am hearing even in this moment that there is a rapid deployment of folks who see and hear, speaking His peace in a storm and even raising the dead. I feel the Lord is saying “prepare your heart” for you have not encountered this in your lives. I felt there is a “need for seed” and God gives seed to the sower. There are many who are sowing and it is in this hour that seed must come. I speak to those who thought their season was over, their hour was sour, but even now I see a refreshing. It will require changes in thinking. For some I hear that you must go the place of influence and regain that which was lost.

I believe it is time for the return of praise to the lips of His people and to His church. (I am reminded of a meeting I attended some 20 plus years ago. We were not allowed in the building, but literally thousands of us stood and turned away from the stadium to “face the city”. Songs of praise began to come forth over Indianapolis in that early morning sun. Louder and louder, stronger and stronger. Even the protesters were swept up in it.)

I hear raise the praise(prays?…) to remove the malaise.

Working On The Little Farm

Because I had done so much snow removal and lawn cutting there were various neighbors who thought I could be helpful to them. One of them was an older man originally from Putney Vermont. His name was Ben. He and his wife were confined for the most part to the chairs they carried around. They would move the chairs from one section to another in their yard.

BARROCK1Their yard was like a mini farm. Behind the house were strawberries and blackberries. On his porch the refrigerator carried eggs and produce and people just left money in the coffee can. Across the street was his chicken coop with geese, ducks and chickens. And a garden.

As his and his wife became more disabled he needed more and more help. He asked my parents if I would come work for him. They said “yes.” I loved money so this was an easy thought process. He would pay me a $.50 a day to come down in the morning and evening. Each morning I got up and raced down the road. Taking the two 5 gallon pails up to his house, I would need to get 2 pails of water to take down to the chicken coop. In the garage I would get their feed out and scatter it to the yard for them. I would grab their eggs and take the basket up to his house and wash off the eggs. Putting them in cartons, I would then head back to make the school bus. I did the same in the afternoon. Continue reading Working On The Little Farm